Novel & Cerita Shikamaru's Dad Death

after hearing this, isekai saw his father wave his, not trying to admit that. "no he isn't, my son died ten years ago, this is not him, this person got nothing to do with me, he is just a clown that doesn't worth your time. it is me you want, I am the one that is going against you just leave him out of this," Takamatsu said.

He just thought that she’s probably not ready to tell her son that he has a father who had gone missing for years now. Everything turned upside-down when Gemimaro died a year later. It was a rather disgracing death for a Shadow Wielder because she died on her bed, not in battle. Luis never noticed her act weird the previous days, and it was rather a shock when she wouldn’t budge in his attempts to wake her up. No one even bothered to mourn with him because dying without fighting was considered to be a mortal sin by these wielders, so he was left crying all alone, burning his mother down to ashes in their backyard.

Sure enough, Hanaki Inuichiro added, "The Hanaki family heard that your family has not been doing very well recently. Unfortunately, your First Elder died in Celestial Empire, and you also lost most of your top-grade ninja. Our Hanaki family feels sympathetic." Yagyuu Shinji said, "You can't talk nonsense, Family Master Hanaki. Our First Elder has been in seclusion in our Yagyuu family. He isn't dead." "Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha..." Hanaki Inuichiro let out a guffaw. When he had laughed enough, he said, "No more of that self-deception, family master Yagyuu. Yagyuu Ken is dead. All people in Nihon know that. Your denying is no use. Or you call him out."

Ehtrehto Edis still has a long way to go through. Akira's POV I ran towards my father's side and threw a sword at General Thud who was able to dodge my assault. "Father," I called him in a shaking voice. He raised his hand and caressed my face. "Y-You are so lovely, my Amara," he tried to tell me while gasping for breath. Blood gushes out of his mouth as he tries to speak. "I, I always loved you, my daughter." "I know," I told him. My spirit is shattering inside me. My world fell apart as I watch him slowly shutting his eyes...forever.

“The spirit of a killer.” * * * * Aoyama Cemetery October 2009 “And it wasn’t that long after I had become a Phantom when Uncle Kenji died.” Yuri sighed, running the fingers of her right hand through her hair. “His death…is a mystery.” She frowned to herself. “It was a rather simple mission that he was sent on, one that he was expected to make it through with little or no problem. But I guess even a Phantom has limitations.” She turned to face Ren. “He died a few months after I’d met you.”

While she talked, Kara’s face became pale. “Are you afraid that I could die in your arms?” He teased me. But Kara was not amused. “It was a bad joke. My father died after he figured in a road accident and knocked his head. He refused to see a doctor because he felt fine. But three days later, he collapsed. He was brought to the Intensive Care Unit, but it was too late. We weren't able to save him.” Kara closed her eyes, recalling the gruesome details that left her orphan.

“No. But I saw his face. It was enough for me. Father died unexpected and you should have seen the look of surprise and disbelief when he couldn’t figure out what was happening. It was refreshing and beautiful. Bulging eyes and veins. Don’t tell me you still doubt Takashi” “Well after what he did, how can I still doubt his loyalty?” she asked. “But I still need to see the video”. “I’ll show it to you later. But this calls for a celebration”. “And what’s going to become of Red Dawn?” Sachi asked. “If they’re smart enough, they’ll run an autopsy and see its poison. But they can never pin it on Phantom. No one knows that Fujiwara had a son”. “So who will take over?” Sachi asked.

Even as they took him to the detention center, he continued mumbling that his daughter couldn't be dead. A younger enforcer watched with disgust. "He was ruthless enough when he killed her, but now he's sorry? What an act. Murderers pay with their lives." The autopsy results came back quickly. DNA testing confirmed without doubt that the remains were mine. The chief brought this news to my father at the detention center. "Bodies can be faked, but DNA doesn't lie. Face reality—Scarlett is dead, killed by your own hands." My father stood frozen, then suddenly collapsed as if all strength had drained from his body. He slumped to the floor of his cell.

) Wait—did Executive Yamada figure out who he was? He stood up, legs suddenly wobbly. “Uh… I’m Takuto Kimura.” He tried to sound like an ordinary school kid—not a reincarnated CEO on the verge of cardiac arrest. The two men—Sato and Takahashi, the Chief Financial Officer—were invited into the living room. His mom brought out tea. His dad sat stiffly by their side. Sakuya perched on the back of the couch, eyes sparkling with excitement. “So…” his dad asked, cautiously, “what brings you gentlemen here for my son?”

Lost one? My chest tightened. Something was very, very wrong. “Dad?” My voice was sharp. “Who died?” He didn’t answer. I stepped closer. “Dad, what’s going on?” He exhaled, finally turning to look at me. His face was pale, his expression sad. Then he spoke slowly. And his words shattered me. “You have killed my first grandchild.” The air left my lungs. **“…What?”** Dad rose from his chair, his eyes cold and accusing. “If anything happens to Marrissa, I will personally have you arrested.”